I have not been too frequent on social media lately as I have been going through a self- prescribed curative therapy, aimed at purging myself of ‘textiety’, as I was fondly glued to the internet mainly through my phones; but here I am well drowned in a deluge of messages that have flooded my handles, some of which are soliciting my opinion on some national issues; but before I settle down to that, let me digress a bit.
I had thought it is only in Nollywood that we witness watery rushes of a lazy coloration of our common sense, until last weekend when I came in contact with a certain man, whose introduction threw me into crestfallenness, followed by resounding laughter. Continue reading #PAUSIBILITY: PROLIFERATION OF NONSENSE by Adebayo Coker
It is with much sadness, I believe, that we have, together, watched our country inexorably degenerate into a total fiasco in the over 60 years of its independence. What is more painful and disheartening is the fact that our crops of politicians are those who have not learnt any notable lessons from the country’s past or the current events around the world nor get moved by the tears and agonies of the oppressed Nigerian souls who constitute the majority of the entire Nigerian population. Perhaps, they either don’t read what the papers and social media reveal each day about their misconducts (I want to believe) or they read them aloof while we read a posteriori, or they are just too busy looting every aspect of our economy with the very worst form of predilection for pilfering that they’ve become so deaf to and unmoved by the cries of the oppressed, and thus fail to call to mind the realities of history and current times. Continue reading DEAR NIGERIANS, IT IS TIME TO ACT by Yemi Czar
Bullshit. I usually had that word on my mind every time I saw a Christian (by that I mean that person we hurriedly on the average refer to as a Christian, just because he says he’s one or because he dresses or acts as one). Now, please don’t get me wrong. I do not imagine (to entertain ‘bad thoughts’ in the usual opinion of many mediocre contemporaries) that the Christian is bullshit. No! Think not that way. What I’ve said is that the ‘things’ that our modern Christian persona (MCP) holds closely to his chest as the true definition of what qualifies a Christian is bullshit with a big b.
What I’ve always known and do not wish to change just too quickly is that Jesus Christ, JC (as we, of the hip culture, have come to know him today Continue reading HYPOCRISY: CHRISTIANS, BIG CHARLES AND THE LIL’ BILLS
“I am black; I am in total fusion with the world, in sympathetic affinity with the earth, losing my id in the heart of the cosmos — and the white man, however intelligent he may be, is incapable of understanding Louis Armstrong or songs from the Congo. I am black, not because of a curse, but because my skin has been able to capture all the cosmic effluvia. I am truly a drop of sun under the earth.”
― Frantz Fanon, Black Skin, White Masks
A few days ago, I was privileged to have a chat with some colleagues, a great people with whom I pretend the possession of the global best knowledge of drugs (I believe the meaning hasn’t already been construed), especially as it pertains to therapeutics; hence, patient-oriented; well, in our own part of the world (hopefully changing), almost diminished merely to dispensing of drugs (not even the best of it, that is). For the moment, and in sync with our acquired (almost inborn) comfort zone, let’s content ourselves with the fact that “we’re Pharmacists and we’re proud to be Men of Honour”.
Our concern this time was the significance of the choices we have made and that we make a living of, just by making. Why do we do Continue reading Pharmacy, why we do what we do? Just musing….
Everytime a news piece caught my fancy, I immediately ingested it. Sometimes, and many times, I read through the comments but that must be just to have a feel of what people had to say about the subject matter. Nothing more.
However, in recent times, I have developed much more than a passing interest in the people’s comments. Now, I dwell more on these comments, probably more than the news piece itself. And the reason for this, I take for granted that it’s obvious.
The people’s comments reveal the real thoughts on the streets. Collectively, they showcase the joys, anger, frustrations, happiness, knowledge, ignorance and such other subjects that can be put into words. The internet is all about words, words and more words even if they come in pictures.
For millions of Nigerian students, primary, secondary, tertiary (undergraduates and postgraduates) and even life students (by that, I mean everyone who still sees learning as a lifelong exercise – including ‘peasants’, civil servants, government and private politicians), our major concern at the moment should not be far from issues with the tags of Continue reading One piece: Reviewing people’s comments on ASUU strike
I present to you Folakemi Akinbode, that female corps member of the National Youth Service Corps (NYSC) serving in the Obuah community in Yenagoa local government area in the state of the President of Nigeria – Bayelsa, and whose hand was ‘ingloriously’ chopped off (some people would say ‘almost chopped off’ and I laugh at their modesty).
Our grown-up princess, Folakemi Akinbode was, on Monday night, August 5th, 2013, attacked by suspected cultists who chopped off her right hand, which she used, out of providence, to prevent the machete from severing her Continue reading Corps member Folakemi Akinbode, with chopped-off hand, has some relief
When I was a kid, my elder brother and I had a lovely pastime. It was a pastime we never thought could leave us; and that’s if we never got to leave it. Today, I am not sure to what degree one has left the other. Today is Nigeria’s independence day (53rd celebration of this? Wow) and it is nostalgic. I’ll rather not stare at the television screens for too long. That’s because I do not want tears to run down my face the way they did when I was a kid, staring at the television screens on Nigeria’s Independence days. I cried, inwards to outwards and I wondered why my brother never cried – maybe he cried inwardly – every time we saw other children like us, probably not looking as fine as I thought I was, marching proudly to loud beats of drums and high pitched rendering of the Nigerian national anthem.
What worsened my condition was the very expectation of a knock every year’s Independence day, or the eve of it, by some person dressed in military or paramilitary style, pleading with my elder brother and I to join in the children’s parade for Independence. I thought after all, Nigeria was a country for us all. And all the children of the country were expected to march on special days like this. If not all, at least the bright ones like us. My brother and I were that ingenious (pardon the little note of pride in it. Just thought to report how I feel in retrospect) that we set aside a room in my father/mother’s house at the then Our Lady of Apostles Secondary School, Ijebu-Ode, Ogun State, Nigeria. This room became a country; a country we could call ours, very real as far as we were concerned, far removed from what people refered to as Nigeria – a country we never believed was real, just an imaginary idea as we were only able to imagine everything about the country Nigeria. So, we created our own country – Lupek, the exposition of which will be for another day (But for now, we should be content with the meaning of Lupek – Love, Unity, Peace, Endurance, Knowldege). These are virtues my brother and I still keep today. Don’t ask where we are now. We had a President, Governor of our Central Bank, Ministers etc. We created commodities to trade with (mindful of our national GDP). These items were drawn and cut-out pieces of paper; including most-importantly paper pigs, paper goats,blah blah blah. Our major national revenue source was BOILED MAIZE. We created our own paper currency too – The Lupe. There was enough of it – too much, maybe; a reality that dawned on us after our own World War and we were vanquished by the enemy. The enemy being an Uncle, who sternly asked that Continue reading Nigeria@53: Where are the “LEADERS OF TOMORROW?”
The following lines are not mine. Rather, they are the lines of an unknown (remember the unknown soldier? This one has to be the unknown Youth). They just dropped into/unto my phone as a broadcast message and I chose to share the thinking of the Nigerian youth with the readers of lAkUnLeScReWs around the world. Please, smile…
“Nigerian Youths wake up>:O, We have no oda country xcept Nigeria, We hv been suffering in silence while our Leaders put our future in deir bank accounts. Ђôẃ long are we gonna stay lyk this? How can sum1 go to skool, suffer to graduate #:-s and at the end no job. You are almost 40 and still your future is as bleak as a dark room..:( Did ur parents send u to school to sit at home bcos our Government have failed us??. Continue reading Nigerian Youths wake up
Reggae music star, Majekodunmi Fasheke wey people dey call Majek Fashek, go soon release one new album, Gangster Rasta under em Underground System Records, USR.
Majek believe say this new album go revive and catapult am back to where em belong – the international scene, where Michael Jackson and James Brown dey mellow ‘that year’.
Majek yarn say USR don dey registered in Los Angeles, California and go serve as platform to nurture Nigeria’s young musicians and push them to the international market.
“We intend to register the company in Nigeria as well and use it as a platform to get the youths out of the streets and criminality. I’m an American citizen. I may decide to go back there now because my wife and children are there. But I’m here because Nigerians are suffering and there is nobody to speak for them. That is one of the revolutions that I’m here to make,” the ‘Rainmaker’ yarn.
He also yarn say plans dey ground to precede the album release by a music tour wey dem tag Operation Feed the Poor, wey em yarn say na em little way of giving back to the society.
“I’m not into materialism. The programme I’m coming up with is mainly to help the poor. But if I’m poor, I cannot help the poor, so that is the revolution I’m talking about– the rich must help the poor. That is why I’m embarking on the tour,” he yarn.